pretty | knj. + jjk.

14

Zitten - December
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Namjoon held out a hand for Jeongguk to hold, having to hold back his surprise when Jeongguk actually reached a sweater clad hand out to tenderly place into his large rough, yet soft one. (note that Jeongguk's hands are fully covered by Namjoon's sweater, so there's no skin to skin contact)

The raven-haired boy slowly stood up on wobbly legs, leaning onto Namjoon's sturdy frame for support, continuing to hold onto the taller's hand. Jeongguk rested the side of his face against the side of Namjoon's bicep, reveling in Namjoon's masculine musk.

The pair walked down the stairs carefully, Jeongguk now taking his time to take in the interior of Namjoon's home.

Various photographs hung on the walls; some old, some new.

One that caught his eye was a picture of Namjoon at what he could only assume was a park, holding an ice cream cone while sitting on the shoulders of a man that looked like a an older version of the latter, leading Jeongguk to only assume that the man was Namjoon's father.

Namjoon's smile was pulled wide, eyes squinted and dimples on full display.

Jeongguk stopped at the photo, causing Namjoon to also stop in his movements. His chest rumbled with a low chuckle, glancing down at the shorter boy.

"I was 4 in that. It was the last day of summer before I started kindergarten, so my parents decided to celebrate by getting us ice cream and playing in the park"

A hint of a smile graced Jeongguk's lips as he stared at the photo in longing, the tiniest bit of sorrow glazed over his dark brown orbs.

"You're cute." Flustered, Namjoon stuttered over his words, babbling actual nonsense.

"Bet, you were 'bout to say 'what happened'?" Jeongguk let out a little giggle, lifting his gaze a little to look up at Namjoon.

He shook his head, scrunching his nose up a tiny bit.

"Mm mm. Still the same." He looked down bashfully, fiddling with Namjoon's fingers through the material of the sweater, embarrassed.

Namjoon grinned, looking down at the raven-head. He affectionately ran his hand through the younger's hair, gently stroking his jaw bone with his thumb.

Jeongguk winced at the touch, pain spiking through his body as Namjoon stroked a bruise.

"Sorry angel" he pressed a feather-like kiss on his crown of hair.

"'t's okay." Jeongguk leaned onto Namjoon's arm once more before the two continued to walk slowly to the kitchen.